Daring to Steal My Woman!

The reward was issued directly into Cao Xueyan’s storage pouch out of thin air.

She reached her hand inside and quickly felt a small unfamiliar porcelain bottle.

The bottle’s material didn’t feel like anything special.

She gently shook it, and the six so-called Yin-Yang Creation Pills made a clear jingling sound inside.

But the moment she recalled the effects of these pills, Cao Xueyan’s expression immediately darkened.

“I’ll double cultivate your ass!”

Even if she died—
died outside—
and ended up inside the belly of a beast,
she would still rather die than double cultivate with anyone here!

Lu Qingyun?
Impossible.

Those others she didn’t even know?
Even more impossible.

As for Qin Ximo…
She was her master’s senior martial sister, a respected elder of the sect, and had always treated her well.

She couldn’t, at the very least, shouldn’t…

The simulator clearly understood all of Cao Xueyan’s inner thoughts.

It never cared much for her feelings.

Even though it rarely spoke, whenever it did, it always made trouble at exactly the worst possible time.

Just like now—
the moment the reward arrived,
a new popup appeared on the simulator’s interface:

【Mission 2: You have the pills now, so you must not let them go to waste. Next, find a suitable partner and perform double cultivation together. Completing this mission will greatly assist the upcoming simulation!】

Cao Xueyan only felt her vision go black.

She wanted to end the simulation right now.

“Mission one at least pretended to be reasonable.
Mission two isn’t even trying anymore, huh?”

What kind of scam simulator was this?!
What a danger to society!

She really wanted to meet the developer and have a long chat.

Did she offend him in a past life?
Was tormenting her really that necessary?!

How could she possibly go and double cultivate with someone?!

Even though this body had a different name,
the soul inside was still her.
The real her.

How could she betray her master, her lover,
and do that kind of thing with someone else?!
Not even worth thinking about!

Cao Xueyan clutched her head.

She felt like she was about to go insane.

She wanted to completely ignore this mission.

No matter what the mission was supposed to achieve—
she simply could not do such a thing.

And the reward being described as extremely helpful for future simulation—
was that not just coercion?!

She felt pure, unmistakable malice.

Like something was pressing down on her from behind.

However, in truth—
this malice came from Lu Qingyun.

After Qin Ximo brought Cao Xueyan along, she walked ahead by herself.

Lu Qingyun followed behind them, watching the two stay close together, her teeth itching with jealousy.

Her usually calm and elegant expression—
gone.

No trace of it anywhere.

Now, no matter how she tried to regulate her cultivation,
her heart felt chaotic and her qi surged out of control.

The two guardian elders beside her were both Golden Core cultivators.

They had been observing her condition the entire time.

Noticing the abnormality, they transmitted their concern:

“Holy Maiden, your state seems unstable.
Did you perhaps accidentally trigger something in this place?”

“Holy Maiden, perhaps we should rest.
Take some pills to stabilize your breath.
Our sect’s future depends on you.
Your body is of utmost importance.”

Lu Qingyun took a deep breath and shook her head:

“You two worry too much.
I’m just… a little out of breath.
Nothing in this cave heaven would harm me.”

“Is it because Qin Ximo took away your personal maid?”
the right protector asked gently.
She was perceptive—and a woman—so she understood perfectly.

“It’s just a maid!”
Lu Qingyun’s temper instantly flared.
Like a cat whose fur had exploded, she glared:

“I, Lu Qingyun, lack women?
How could I lose composure over a maid?
Don’t be ridiculous!”

The surrounding disciples couldn’t hear the transmission,
but they all stared at their Holy Maiden—
absolutely shocked.

Normally Lu Qingyun was like a fox steeped in charm, always smiling.
Whether facing righteous sect disciples who sneered at her,
or fellow demonic cultivators who mocked her,
she always endured it quietly behind a gentle smile.

So now… was she truly upset because Qin Ximo took her personal maid away?

Yes.
Lu Qingyun could endure everything—
except someone taking her woman.

Even though she knew Qin Ximo absolutely had no such intentions.
Those self-righteous righteous sect cultivators all cultivated emotionless paths.
They believed desire and love were vulgar.
Even with a sword at her neck, Lu Qingyun wouldn’t believe Qin Ximo actually wanted her maid.

But she simply could not swallow this.

Her entire status in the sect was based on her dual cultivation talent.
That talent was why the ancestors picked her.
Why elders supported her.

Outside the sect, she could endure humiliation.
Inside the sect, she could tolerate being looked down upon.

But steal her woman?
Unforgivable.

Except—
the one who stole her woman was Qin Ximo.

Even if every disciple, both protectors, and herself joined forces—
they would not survive even one of her sword strikes.

But it didn’t matter.
Their current path led toward the central main hall.
Within it was the Ascension Platform.
Activate it, and a path to the Immortal Mountain would appear.

All valuable inheritance was on that mountain.
All life-threatening danger, too.

And on that mountain—
no matter how strong Qin Ximo was—
so what?

Would she not still fall under her control?

Thinking this, Lu Qingyun’s mood lifted.
Her lips curved upward without her realizing.

“Qin Ximo, Qin Ximo…
very well.
Let my Yue’er follow you for now.”

Meanwhile—

Those who arrived late were not so fortunate.

Because of mistrust and faction conflicts,
righteous disciples would not cooperate with demonic cultivators.
So when they reached the first fork in the path,
they split up.

Every trap in this palace complex—
they stepped on almost all of them.

Bodies lay everywhere.
Some were hacked into pieces by puppets.
Some were drained dry by lust-spirit paintings, reduced to thin, brittle husks hugging bone.

Even the demonic cultivators used to bloodshed turned pale.
Their legs trembled.

“Elder… maybe we should retreat…”
one whispered, shaken by the sight of his friend’s corpse.

The elder, wreathed in heavy demonic qi, snarled:

“According to the agreement, Lu Qingyun was supposed to guide us safely.
But now, Qin Ximo took her.
We can’t go forward.
We can’t go back!”

The teleportation array they entered through—
was one-way.

If they wanted to leave—
they would have to find another exit.

Otherwise—
they would all die here.